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[peterparkeeperer]

masterlist !

draco malfoy (harry potter);

sated boy (draco x gn!reader)

enchanting (draco x gn!reader)

tom riddle (harry potter);

moth to flame (tom riddle x gn!reader)

neytiri (avatar);

a celebratory dance (neytiri x gn!reader)

gilded lily (neytiri x gn!reader)

cristina yang (grey’s anatomy);

quick breathing (cristina yang x gn!reader)

edward cullen (twilight)

sitting pretty (edward cullen x gn!reader)

spiderman

affectionate drunk (peter parker x gn!reader)

[segamascott]

[moleshow]

[katestewartt]

"Try our new AI tool", "Use ChatGPT", "Our AI assistant can help"

[peterparkeeperer]

Those Who Wait

Edward Cullen x Gn!Reader

“Where’s all the coffins and stuff?”

He turned to face you sideways to grin boyishly as he took your jacket off and hung it up. You allowed the gentlemanly gesture.

“They went out of fashion, you missed it by a decade, I’m afraid.”

“Ah,”

You walked up the stairs at a lazy pace, turning you head to observe eveything. It felt sterile. You were used to the warm shades of Charlie’s house. A house lived in.

You finally reached the top and followed Edward to what appeared to be his very own room. He opened the door and you stepped in, grateful as he held the door open. It was…definitely his. The windows were tall and you could see forest all around the house from where you looked, and balcony doors that stood open. The chill of the air wafted in at a slow pace.

There were books strewn around the room, which didn’t surprise you at all. He seemed like someone who would enjoy a good book.

Most eye catching were the rows of cds on the big shelf against the wall. Easily over a hundred. A stereo sat in one of the shelves, surrounded by open cds.

“…Wow,”

“Not to your taste?”

He must’ve misread your tone, you waved your hands slightly to rephrase. “No, no, it’s very…you. I like the windows.”

You stepped further in, and Edward backed away to let you in. He looked shy, almost. Reserved and observant.

You stepped towards his music discs and saw classical music. “Nice. What’re you listening to?”

You pressed play tentatively, and “Debussy” filled the room with a calm tune you didn’t know the name of.

“Wanna dance?” You smiled at him, a challenge and jest at once.

He smiled humorously, “Sure you can keep up?”

“Oh now it’s on, Mozart.”

You both stepped closer to get into position to dance, except both of your hands went to each others waists, assuming male position. You ripped your hand away before it could touch his shirt. He looked at you intently.

“Should I be insulted?” He teased, your lashes fluttered as you braved eye contact.

”No, only flattered. Promise.”

He looked down, thoughtful and good humoured.

“Go ahead.” His voice was raspier all of a sudden, sounding like it’d been unused and dry. You swallowed.

You both got into position, with you assuming male lead.

He wouldn’t stop staring into your eyes, and you could barely hear debussy over the sound of your blood roaring in your ears. You realised with a skipped beat that he could hear it all, your attempt at breathing, your wild heart, and your blood trying to keep your human body standing.

You leaned up, just a millimetre, and his eyes went from intense and domineering to apprehensive in excitement and anticipation.

“Is my leading satisfactory enough for you, my lord?”

He snorted, and you imaged how pretty Edward would look with a soft blush on his cheeks.

“Why, of course.”

You laughed, “Except, it’s kind of crazy that you literally lived through the times people spoke like this.”

“Yes, I get it. I’m old.”

“My virgin maiden.” You cooed.

He stopped completely and looked extremely baffled.

“I’ve got no words, I’m afraid.”

“None needed, just follow my lead.”

You did a dramatic turn, “Think we can do one of those dip moves?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, “you could try.”

Carefully, you lowered him into a side dip, you felt as if he was using some of his strength to keep himself up to spare your ego, but it worked. His deep eyes stared at you from below. You wanted to kiss him, like very bad.

Your heart skipped a beat at this thought, and he smirked. A smallquip of his lip he couldn’t seem to withhold.

“Shut up,” you murmured.

He grinned, with a hint of teeth.

“Of course.”

You pulled him up to continue your slow dance, you felt overly aware of your hand on his waist. His sweater was warm against your hand, a product of your own human warmth. You absentmindedly rubbed it faintly. An unnecessary stutter of breath sounded from above you.

Your eyes were pulled to his, a soft brown inching into yellow stared back. Sometimes you wished his eyes, or really, all of him wasn’t so pretty, because the intensity of his stare made you admittedly nervous. You were glad for not the first time that your thoughts were unavailable to him.

“What’re you thinking about?” He asked softly, a desperate urge to know all the thoughts he could so easily get from everyone else. You were sure he was frustrated with the lack of this advantage.

“You.”

It was cheesy, but by being vague you were also being truthful. You wondered if you could ever think about anyone else in his presence again. It was like your whole body was attuned to him. He smiled at this, a variation of all his other smile. Soft, delicate. Flustered.

“What of me?”

“You’re very…pretty. If I’m being honest.”

He stopped the dance, seemingly unconsciously, as his face turned blank in what you realised was deep thought.

“I’ve heard handsome, gorgeous, and the likes of that. But never pretty.”

“That’s a shame.” you said breathlessly.

“Is it?”

“I suppose the jobs up to me then.”

“Unless you’d rather I find someone else to do it.” He said this nonchalantly, but his eyes were intensively looking at yours, feeding on your reaction.

Your hand that was resting against his waist tightened. The humour left his face and you could see his pupil spread into a tar of black across the yellow.

“Don’t test me.”

He released a breath against your face, pink lips parting for a tongue to swipe quickly across his lips. He had gotten exactly what he wanted.

“If I do?”

You knew he was faithful. The love he felt for you was encompassing and large. Filling up every inch it could. But he had seemed to realise that you had a habit for possessiveness, something that made you unable to control your face, and the anger that spread across it. For him to see that it was a reminder that you loved him too, a tricky way at affirmations that he couldn’t get by simply reading your thoughts.

You didn’t respond, instead choosing to shoot forward with a harsh kiss. The first of many. He tasted like every other impression you’d gotten from him- overwhelming, sweet, and addictive. Something you could get used to.

His hands were shaking a bit as they starting making a small trip across the places he could reach when he remembered he had hands. You gripped his hair with the one that wasn’t already travelling under his shirt to fondle the skin around his waist and stomach.

His stomach jumped when your fingertips skimmed across it, and he whimpered. A sound you’d never heard before and a sound that had your body lighting up with heat.

Slowly, the harsh turned into something softer. Definitely wet, as your lips smacked everytime they met again. You wanted to shove him to the floor and fuck him more than you wanted anything, but felt that with his shaking hands and inexperience he could use the buildup.

He was your darling boy, pretty and impossibly dangerous. He deserved patience.

“I want you,” he said, more truthfully than anything else. You smiled, soft, as you indulged him in a chaste kiss that had him chasing your lips when you leaned away.

“Good things come to those who wait, Edward. You would know that.”

[marcyification]

"Get down." The loud voice above you echoed, but you didn't pay any mind to him. You pulled yourself up onto the small house roof, you could feel his frustration building.

"I don't want to get you down myself. Get down." His voice dropped to a low growl. You didn't listen, instead you began to dash across the roof. The snow fell heavy around you and you didn't know why or how it happened but- you felt yourself loose your footing.

You let out a scream as you fell onto your back, your body involuntarily rolling to the side. You weren't able to stop- you hit the snow covered ground with a soft thud.

Pain shot through every inch of your body and you laid there, squeezing your knees to your chest. Thankfully the snow had broken the fall but..it still hurt. Badly.

There was a sharp exhale that broke the silence and a shadow cast over you. There wasn't much light to begin with, but as you peaked out from your arms- what was left of it was blocked by the biggest hand you'd ever seen. You gasped and tried to back up but you hit the rough brick wall. You groaned and began to cry as the hand stopped in front of you.

You were waiting for him to grab you- but it never happened. Instead he laid his hand out as much as he could in the slightly narrow walkway for you to climb on. That was unusual. Normally he just grabbed you whenever he wanted. You looked up and he had an unreadable expression on his face.

"Let me make sure you didn't hurt yourself." He said in a slightly commanding voice. You shook your head and tried to turn away, but his hand got just a bit closer. "Please." He added, though it still wasn't very genuine. He sounded monotone, almost robotic.

You shook your head and looked away, upset and angry that he was even trying to help. "I don't want to force you. Please let me see." He said in a still-cold voice. You whimpered but looked back at his hand, slowly nodding. You stood up and shakily approached his hands, limping rather terribly.

You stared at his hand..the fact that it was so much bigger than you was horrifying. He could crush you with a finger if he wanted too, without even realizing it too. You..you didn't want to think about that.

You shakily climbed onto his hand, avoiding eye contact. He couldn't tell if you were cold or scared..he guessed it was both. The man was completely still as you climbed onto his hand. You made your way to his palm and almost collapsed against him. He was so overwhelmingly warm..

He raised you up to his face, which honestly made you feel rather dizzy and almost sick. He was so large, it felt like forever before his hand stopped just short of his chin. He gently moved your weak body with his finger..for somebody so large he was scarily cautious. "You don't appear to be harmed. Why would you do something like that?" He huffed, making you flinch.

You were too weak to respond..you just shook your head and cried into his hand. He looked slightly uncomfortable..but he let you cry. He slowly lowered his hand down to his chest, depositing you just below one of the buttons on his shirt. You were confused for a moment, before realizing he'd put you there for a reason.

"Rest. Take a nap, just lay there, I don't care. Just please don't move around too much." He said. You didn't even have time to respond before his hand covered your body- and the space around you. You laid there for a moment before curling onto his side. This was better than just laying out in the cold like you usually did.

At least you had somewhere warm to sleep.

[i-am-megalodonna]

[green-tea-456]

"Are you sure you want this?"

[tallzaddy]

Better than a ring! 💍

100% heathy relationship behavior

[scary-caregiver]

Starry Night Stimboard

Requested by: Anon

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[kosmogrl]

[tsukiyamo]

[peterparkeeperer]

I’m at a new job and Ive realised that I’m like a baby who imprints on people. The first nice lady who’s been teaching me and the other new guy is my new victim I resist the urge to follow her like a duck. It’s like this EVERYTIMMMMMEEEE

[peterparkeeperer]

GIVE ME REQUESTS PLSSS

I’m open to most but I do love greys anatomy, Harry Potter, spiderman,,,,,(pls request Harry Potter)

Want a dom reader? I got you. Want a gender neutral reader? I got you.

[i-am-a-fish]

I need someone to hold me gently and it's getting critical

[i-am-a-fish]

oh dear none of us are alright

[horribledrawingsofmylife]

changing should never be shameful

[horribledrawingsofmylife]

changing as a person, changing your opinion on something, admitting you were wrong, etc. all part of being alive and it’s all okay.

[miiilowo]

non-practicing slut. is this anythign

[miiilowo]

i am not a whore but i believe in their beliefs

[stuckinapril]

I’m fine

[stuckinapril]

I need divine intervention